Karate Chop
Nothing is going to stop
This flying sidekick
Block it and turn it into a 360 roundhouse
No, not like Chuck, no, not like Bruce Lee
But more like the laced up Shoalin monks
Monastery that preaches the epitome of peace
And teaches kung fu to spur, restrain, and strengthen
the sharpest weapon known to mankind
The kind of strength that is earned through more than teeth-grinding
The title says karate chop, but in mixed martial arts
Names, titles, and labels become as synonymous as the properties of water
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